Efflorescence

A flowers soil is just as precious

as the acid in my stomach

Swallowing sod

secreting secret gardens

in my scabrous appendix

mud flows

like mucus discharge

efflorescent loins

sprout seeds

across the valley

visions of the moon

reflect off of the water

the trees talk in the night

when the sun sleeps

and the air is still

and quiet

our floating whispers

entangled in the web of lies

waiting for the spider to

come and

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Author's Note

when I have nothing to do but scribble silly words